From Les MiserablesAll at once in the midst of this profound calm a fresh sound arose a sound as celestial divine ineffable ravishing as the other had been horrible. It was a hymn which issued from the gloom a dazzling burst of prayer and harmony in the obscure and alarming silence of the night womens voices but voices composed at one and the same time of the pure accents of virgins and the innocent accent of children -- voices which are not of the earth and which resemble those that the newborn infant still hears and which the dying man hears already. This song proceeded from the gloomy edifice which towered above the garden. At the moment when the hubbub of demons retreated one would have said that a choir of angels was approaching through the gloom.Cosette and Jean Valjean fell on their knees.They knew not what it was they knew not where they were but both of them the man and the child the penitent and the innocent felt that they must kneel.These voices had this strange characteristic that they did not prevent the building from seeming to be deserted. It was a supernatural chant in an uninhabited house. While these voices were singing Jean Valjean thought of nothing. He no longer beheld the night he beheld a blue sky. It seemed to him that he felt those wings which we all have within us unfolding.The song died away. It may have lasted a long time. Jean Valjean could not have told. Hours of ecstasy are never more than a moment.

Someday the people we know are acquainted to become the people we knew. They leave. They leave to pursue the opportunities laid down in their paths and they leave on account of misunderstandings.Their absence causes a vacuum a space an incompleteness which we believe no one can fill. But someday someone eventually does and that someone rekindles our hopes for companionship until the circle continues and is ultimately intervened by the permanence of death.The future is alarming as atrocious as the past. And the friendship the love the memories either remain in our hearts cherished or are forgotten like an undeserving dream.Everything eventually fades away either for the better or worse.Someday the people we know are acquainted to become the people we knew.But then again that someday is not today and so we must be a little more appreciative for the moment for the times for the present because someday everything is going to change.

Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But theres music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with her.

Dreams in their vivid coloring of life As in that fleeting shadowy misty strife Of semblance with reality which brings To the delirious eye more lovely things Of Paradise and Love- and all our own Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.

Reality is not made of dreams until you make them real.

If you have a big idea or plan that you desire to execute dont depend solely on others to appreciate your efforts. You must have the ability to encourage yourself. At times seeking encouragement from others can lead to disappointment which sometimes leads you to neglect your obligation. Never build your hopes and dreams based primarily on the accolades from others. You may discover a rude awakening.

Having a dream living that dream losing that dream dreaming again and then having that dream come true again is one of the greatest feelings ever because Im stronger.

You haunt my days and dreams.

Lord help us root our feet to the earthAnd our eyes to the roadAnd always remember the fallen angelsWho attempting to soarWere seared instead by the sun and wings meltingCame crashing back to the sea.Lord help root my eyes to the earthAnd stay my eyes to the roadSo I may never stumble.-Psalm 24 From Prayer and Study The Book of Shhh

I existed on my own terms. I was different my entire life. Some called me divergent wild crazy unpredictable and unconformedan apostate to the rules of the majority. I called myself Gods creation and found purpose in the madness. When that day came I didnt allow other people to dictate how I should feel or act. I learned there was no shame in imperfection because history had shown being different had the power to change perspectives and eventually the world. This is when I realized that flaws had responsibility. This was the day that I learned I was truly BLESSED.